My Snowy Globe

My Snowy Globe
A pony on a golden stick
Inside a round glass sphere.
Turn the oval metal thing
Makes me fall asleep.
I lick its smooth glass surface.
Yuck.
I hold it in my hands.
Smooth like a crystal ball.
My arms are a bit sore now
Because it is as heavy as a big fat elephant.
I feel the bottom.
Lumpy, hard, smooth, rigid.
Made of old porcelain.
It is nearly 9.
So detailed.
Wondering where my godparents got it.
Putting it back on the shelf now.
Goes on the top shelf
Because it is important